Sometimes when I'm driving alone, I pretend I'm back in high school. My backpack in my backseat. (It usually is, anyway.) Watching the rain hit the windshield, while sometimes sad songs play through my speakers. I pretend I'm driving home to do Algebra and write papers in my room. Maybe take a nap. Possibly go to work. I drive the same roads.
Then it hits me..how the fuck am I supposed to pay my rent?
And all is lost.
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